Sophia White

Pervading Grays - Poem by Sophia White

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The sky, seen through a window, Is a dead and tasteless hue.No sight of sun or rainbow, The gray’s devoured blue.Not even rain breaks the sceneAnd adds a blest respite.All is base, uncouth, and meanNo beauty is in sight.No, no break from drearinessAll is gloom and stale.Enveloped in this weariness, I myself am pale.And my own face turns grayIn the shadowless spare light.I fear that this melancholy dayWill never succumb to night.Oh! To see the stars againIn an ink-stained sky, And hear once more the moonlight spinIts silver lullaby.To feel the nightly breezesCaress my careworn faceBut until this gray-light ceasesThe world’s a sullen place.

Comments about Pervading Grays by Sophia White

can't have been more congenial, and the sky isn't gray virtually formost of the time, maybe during certain period- rain during morning or emotions may have an influence esp when day is monotonous/moody.(Report)Reply